Title: Young Allan (2)
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Young Allan (2) 
Young Allan (2) 
A' the sailors in Merry London An they were drinking wine They fell a-reasoning among themselves About some unlucky time. 
cho: Young Allan he grat an he wrang his hands An kent na well fer to dae For the wind wis loud an the waves wis proud An weel a he lost by sea. 
Some o thim praised their ladies gay An some o thim their wine Eut Young Allan he praised his bonnie new ship, For she cost him mony a pound. 
O what will ye wager wi me, my boys Oh what will ye wager wi me? That there's nae a ship in a' the coast To morrow will sail wi me. 
Except the rose o the heckling game An the decks o the dorminee And the muckle black snake wi her lee lang end I winna count in the three. 
Out it spak a little wee boy That sat by young Allan's knee Said ,"Ye lee ye lee, young Allen", he cried, "Sae loud I hear ye lee." 
My father has a bonny boat To morrow will sail wi thee; An thirty times the lee lang nicht She'll turn the wind wi thee. 
There's nane o' them took to their ships Till they got mess and dine; And they took fare weel o' their sweethearts An took to their ships syne. 
They sailed east and they sailed west 
Out our the ragin main; Till they saw the Rose of the Heckling Game Sink down among the fame. 
They sailed east and they sailed west Out our the ragin main; Till they saw the deck of the Dorminee Wi her topmast rent in twain. 
They sailed east and they sailed west Out our the ragin main; Till the nuckle black snake we her lee lang end Sank never to rise again 
"Oh where will I get a boy sae kind That'll take my helm in hand, Till I go up to my high top mast To look out for some dry land. " 
"Here am I, a little wee boy, That'll tak your helmn in hand Till ye gang up to your high top mast To look out for some dry land." 
Come down come down young Allan he cried Ye see not what I see For through an through yere bonnie ship's sails, I see the Greenland (sic) Sea. 
O where will I get a clever boy That'll tak my ship in hand An if he brings me safe on shore He'll wed my daughter Ann. 
"Hell hae the ae half o' my gear An the third part o my land An if he brings me safe on shore He'll wed my daughter Ann." 
"Here am I a clever wee boy That'll tak yere ship in hand An gin I bring ye safe on shore I'll wed your daughter Ann. 
I'll hae the ae half o your gear An the third part o your land An gin I bring ye safe to shore I'll wed your daughter Ann. 
Y'ell tak [four an] twenty feather beds An busk yere bonnie ship roun An as much o the canvas claith As gar her gang hale an soun. 
An where ye want an iron nail Ye'll ca' a siller pin An where ye want an oaken spale Ye'll beat the yellow gold in. 
An where he wanted an iron nail He caad a siller pin An where he wanted an oaken spale He beat the yellow gold in. 
The firstan shore that they came tull It was the shore o ?Lynes Wi guns an swords they held them out An widna lat them in. 
The nextan shore that they came tull Wis bonnie Aberdeen Wi' pipes played and merry dancin They welcomed Young Allan in. 
I'll hae the half o yere gere And the third part o yere land, An since I've brought ye safe on shore I'll wed yere daughter, Ann. 
Note: "There should be another verse, stating that he drowned him, instead of giving him his daughter" AB 
Child #245 oct97